Article by (British Expat and Makeup Artist) Charles Gillman
It was Fall/Winter 2015/16 men’s fashion week in Paris. Despite the fact that fashion was something I never seemed to struggle with in Paris, the men was something that I wasn’t managing to master after four years in the city of lights. Fair enough I had tailored my wild Londoner ways to the Parisian chic and ditched the floral shoes that I used to wear running around the east end on a Saturday night, and the chunky chains with heavy eye makeup that I would take out for a spin in the west end. I’d managed that, and my now-wardrobe consisted of grey and black and level-headed bits and pieces that made one still look chic, without welcoming any unwanted looks of dismay in the metro, ‘colour! Who does he think he is’
It was a Saturday afternoon and whilst I was mourning the end of yet another male misunderstanding, I realised I should check the time for my invitation to the Monsieur Lacenaire show. The invitation said four o’clock and it was……… four o’clock! Oh my lord, I could have sworn it was at five as I had written it in my diary. I threw on some kind of outfit that resembled a mime (without the beret) and Paris marathoned myself to the closest metro station. Read more →
We had to head over to the 20th arrondissement this Sunday afternoon to pick up something we found on the Bon Coin website for bébé chéri who is arriving in just two months. And instead of making the trek over there just for this one transaction, we thought we would make a day of it. I was in a mood for brunch!
On our list of places to grab a fun brunch was the über trendy, very popular Mama Shelter, but when we dipped in to have a look at the restaurant, it looked dark, crowded, noisy and not the relaxing brunch/lunch we had imagined. Plus everyone seemed to be seated on tall stools, and my poor back can’t take that these days. So I promised myself we would head back there to take advantage of the terrace when the warmer months came back around if the opportunity provided itself. Read more →
Yeah, I know, well over 13 years in the City of Light and I cannot for the life of me remember having gone to the Café de FLore for a coffee or for anything, for that matter. Quel honte! Ok, well not really honte, but I was surprised at myself. I suppose I have just spent most of my café exploration energy on finding less touristy places in the city to indulge in. But speaking of touristy, I was delighted to find that the Café de Flore was not just jam-packed with tourists, there was an equal balance of Parisian natives who walked through those doors. Read more →
Charles Gillman and I have worked together a few times, for photo shoots, sometimes I am the model, sometimes I am behind the camera, but Charles is always the make-up artist, expert, beautifier and magician. He can turn any face into a glamor puss ready for the glossies with a couple dabs of his fingers and a few flicks of his brushes, and voilà…you look like a star.
But beyond his talents as a makeup artist, he is a true businessman, marketer and creator of a brand of cosmetics with a message. Charles promotes healthy skin through using nature inspired cosmetics and being healthy inside and out. Read more →
I’m sure all of the readers of this blog know about the events in Paris that began the morning of January 7th 2015 when terrorist assassins murdered 12 people at the Charlie Hebdo headquarters in the 11th arrondissement.
This newspaper publication was the focus of previous attacks because of the cartoons that they published making satire of islamist extremists and their prophet. (For the record, the newspaper published cartoon satire on other religions, political figures etc…). A far left-leaning newspaper that upheld the values of liberty of expression, many members of their writing and four of their main cartoonists were shot dead by two gunmen.
But all the details of the events can be found in the news.
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Article by Melissa Ladd
Already a few days into the new year, and I am finally getting to a blog post. Chéri and I had a cozy romantic celebration at home just the two fo us to ring in 2015. I made us gluten free pizza and we had a movie marathon. I honestly wasn’t in the mood for anything more than that, nor was I in any condition (at 6 months pregnant) so if you didn’t know yet now you do. Voilà! Chéri and I are going to be parents!!!
2014 was a good year for Prête-Moi Paris, one where the blog celebrated 5 years up and running! Read more →
When you are over 5 months pregnant and someone offers you to review their spa, you thank your lucky stars for the much needed pampering. My Blend by Clarins invited me to have a made-to-measure skin care facial at their ultra calm über luxurious spa at the Royal Monceau Raffles 5 star hotel. The Spa My Blend, located at the -1 level is a 1500 square meter establishment with a gorgeous 23 meter pearl of a pool. The innovative My Blend skin care products are the reason I was there. This branch brand of Clarins was founded by Olivier Courtin who is the youngest son of Jacques Courtin (the founder of Clarins). Clarins is considered the number 1 in Europe for high end beauty care. And Olivier Courtin who, enriched with experience and knowledge from his medical career as a surgeon, was inspired to create a skin care line that would focus on the regenerative nature of the skin as well as a made-to-measure approach to everyone’s skin care needs. Read more →
Caroline Nin, « French chanteuse » as she is self described, is a jazz singer and has been practicing her art since she was a wide-eyed youth, off to concquor London. She traveled the world for 20 years singing in concert halls from Australia to America, and has now returned to her home town of Paris where she now shares her show Hymne à Piaf with the cosmopolitan Parisian audience.
Much to Caroline Nin’s delight a smattering of Frenchies peppered the 40 seat venue amongst an international crowd for this bilingual show. She promised to translate the show to French entirely if one day she could fill a 1000 seat Parisian theater full of Frenchies. But there is something magical in her mixture of French and English. I wouldn’t change a word of it.
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In my hometown in New England, we always had an event in mid-December called the « Christmas Stroll ». It was a a time for the residents and those of neighboring towns to come and enjoy together the Christmas ambiance that was always so well exemplified in the decorations. The town (a village really) had a tiny little central « place » that housed the tall Christmas tree and the crèche de noël, and all the black and white façades of the boutiques on Main Street were spruced up with fir greens and red bows with pretty little white lights to accentuate the falling snowflakes that always arrived just in time. The shops opened late for the Christmas stroll and served or sold their best and most festive holiday wares. It was a place to run into your old school teacher, or meet up with past classmates, see old high school pals or towns people that you know and recognize for years.
While that may never happen to me ever in Paris, I did get to experience a different, perhaps more glamorous type of Christmas stroll and although there was no small town charm or reminiscing, there was plenty of holiday cheer and happiness shared between me and a darling friend who was enjoying it all for the first time. I couldn’t have felt a warmer Christmas glow if I had been at the foot of that New England village Christmas Christmas tree. Read more →
As I was running some errands the other day around Montmartre, I stumbled upon the most darling little cobblestone street that I had never seen before.
Set right off of the boulevard de Clichy, it is an absolute haven of calm and charm nestled amongst the chaos and bustling of Pigalle and the red light district. I was enchanted immediately and took a few minutes to stroll up it, take some photos and imagine what might have hapened here over a hundred years ago or more…
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